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Brilliant, a word describing something
You to desecrate the villain I've become
A not to be made but heard
Speaks in and sarcasm, to me it's plain, to you absurd

You don't me, let alone my intent
Actions do not self represent
I feel urgency in explaining
My conscience clear

Seed is gently sown back to mother
The flower blooms resplendent fumes a rebirth
The cynic in a search of more
The air cannot compare to what it was the great before

the good old days, 'member the sound
'Member the mustiness underground
No, I don't feel the need for
Some things are off dead

thought the furnace was gonna burn us
We the bellows for so long
Comfort of the fire us
Looks we burned ourselves alive

'Member the old band we filled with pain
Nothing to lose, was nothing to gain
I don't miss my of attention
I do miss my old Tim